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I doubt not but with honour to redrefs ;
And therefore haste I to the parliament,
Either to be restored to my blood,
Or make my ill th' advantage of my good. [Exit.

ACT III.

SCENE I.

The Parliament.

Flourish. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Gloucester,

Winchester, Warwick, Somerset, Suffolk, and
Richard Plantagenet. Gloucester offers to put
up a bitt: Winchester snatches it, and tears it.

Winchester.
Om'it

With written pamphlets studiously devis'd,
Humphrey of Glo'ster? If thou can't accuse,
Or aught intendit to lay unto my charge,
Do it without invention suddenly;
As I with fudden and extemporal fpeech
Purpose to answer what thou canst object,
Glou. Presumptuous priest, this place commands

my patience,
Or thou fhould't find thou hast dishonour'd me.
Think not, altho' in writing I prefer'd
The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able
Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen.
No, Prelate, fuch is thy audacious wickedness,
Thy lewd, peftif'rous, and dilentious pranks,
The very infants prattle of thy pride.
Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
Froward by nature, enemy to peace,
Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
A man of thy profession and degiee.
And for thy treach'ry, what's more manifest
In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
As well at London-bridge, as at tlie Tower.
Beside, I fear me if thy thoughts were fifted,
The King thy sovereign is not quite exempt

VOL. VI.

From envious malice of thy swelling heart.

Win. Glo'ster, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe
To give me hearing what I shall reply.
If I were covetous, perverse, ambitious,
As he will have me, how am I so poor?
How haps it then I seek not to advance
Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling ?
And for diffention, who preferreth peace
More than I do, except I be provok'd ?
No, my good Lords, it is not that offends ;
It is not that which hath incens'd the Duke; .
It is because no one should sway but he,
No one, but he, should be about the King;
And that engenders thunder in his breast,
And makes him roar these accusations forth.
But he shall know I am as good-

Glou. As good?
Thou bastard of my grandfather!

Win. Ay, lordly Sir; for what are you, I pray, But one imperious in another's throne?

Glou. Am not I then Protector, saucy priest?
Win. And am not I a prelate of the church?

Glou. Yes, as an out-law in a castle keeps,
And uses it to patronage his theft.

Win. Unrev'rend Glo'ster!

Glou. Thou art reverend
Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.

Win. This Rome shall remedy..
War. Roam thither then.
Som. My Lord, it were your duty to forbear,
War. Ay, see the Bishop be not over-borne.

Som. Methinks my Lord should be religious,
And know the office that belongs to such.
War. Methinks his LordNip Sliould be humbler

then; It fitteth not a prelate fo to plead.

Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near,

War. State holy or unhallow'd, what of that? Is not his Grace Protector to the King ?

Rich, Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue; Lelt it be said, Speak, sirrah, when you should

Must your bold verdict enter talk with Lords'?"

Else would I have a fing at Winchester.

K. Henry: Uncles of Glo'ster and of Winchester, The special watchmen of our F.nglish weal, I would prevail, if prayers might prevail, To join your hearts in love and amity. Oh, what a scandal is it to our crown, That two such noble peers as ye should jar! Believe me, Lords, my tender years can tell Civil diffention is a vip'rous worm, That gnaws the bowels of the common-wealth.

[.A naise within ; Down with the tawny coats ! K. Henry. What tumult's this?

War. An uproar, I dare warranty Begun thro' malice of the Bishop's men.

[.A noise again ; Stones, Stones! SCENE II.

Enter Mayor. Mayor. Oh, my good Lords, and virtuous Henry, Pity the city of London, pity us. The Bishop and the Duke of Glo'ster's men, Forbidden late to carry any weapon, Have filld their pockets full of peeble-ftones, And, banding themselves in contrary parts, Do pelt so fast at one another's pates, That many have their giddy brains knock'd out; Qur windows are broke down in ev'ry Street, And we for fear compell’d to shut our shops.

Enter. Men in Skirmish with bloody pates. K. Henry. We charge you on allegiance to our

felves, To hold your flaught'ring hands, and keep the

peace. -Pray, uncle Glo'ster, mitigate this strife. :

1 Serv. Nay, if we be forbidden ftones, we'll fall to it with our teeth. 2 Sero. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.

[Skirmish again. Glou. You of my household, leave this peevish And set this unaccustom'd fight aside. [broil,

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3 Serv. My Lord, we know your Grace to be a man
Just and upright, and for your royal birth
Inferior to none but to his Majesty ;
And ere that we will fuffer such a Prince,
So kind a father of the common-weal,
To be disgraced by an inkhoro mate
We, and our wives, and children, all will fight,
And have our bodies Naughter'd by thy foes.

1 Sero. Ay, and the very parings of our nails Shall pitch a field when we are dead.

[Begin again
Glou. Stay, stay, I say ;
And if you love me, as you say you do,
Let me persuade you to forbear a while.

K. Henry. O how this discord doth afflict my soul !
Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
My fighs and tears, and will nat once relent?
Who Should be pitiful, if you be not?
Or who should study to prefer a peace,
If holy churchmen iake delight in broils ?

War. My Lord Protector, yield; yield, Winche.
Except you mean with obstinate repulse

[iter ;
To slay your Sovereign, and destroy the realn.
You see what mischief, and what murder too,
Hath been enacted thro' your enmity;
Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.

Win. He ihall submit, or I will never yield.

Glou. Compassion on the King commands me stoop,
Or I would see his heart out ere the priest
Should ever get ihat privilege of me.

War. Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the Duke
Hath banith'd inoody discontented fury,
As by his smoothed brows it doth appear.
Why look you still fo ftern and tragical?

Glou. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
K. Henry. Fy, uncle Beauford; I have heard you,

preach,
That malice was a great and grievous fin;
And will not you maintain the thing you teach
But prove a chief offender in the fame?

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War. Sweet King! the Bishop hath a kindly gird. For shame, my Lord of Winchester, relent; What, thall a child instruct you what to do?

Win. Well, Duke of Glo'iter. I will yield to thee: Love for thy love, and hard for hand, I give.

Glou. Ay, but I fear me, with a hollow heart.
See here, my friends and loving countrymen,
This token serveth for a fag of truce
Betwixt ourselves and all our followers.
So help me, God, as I dissemble not !

Win. aside.] So help me, God, as I intend it not!

K. Henry. loving uncle, gentle Duke of Glo'ster, How joyful am I made by this contract ! -Away, my masters, trouble us no more, But join in friendship, as your Lords have done. i Serv. Content, . I'll to the surgeon's. 2 Serv. So will I. 3 Serv. And I'll see what physic the tavern affords.

[Exeunt. SC EN E III.. War. Accept this fcrowl, most gracious Sovereign, Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet We do exhibit to your Majesty. 1 Glou. Well urg'd, my Lord of Warwick : forg,

fweet Prince, An if your Grace mark ev'ry circumstance, You have great reason to do Richard right; Especially for those occafions At Eltham-place I told your. Majesty. K. Henry. And those occasions, uncle, were of

force ; Therefore, my loving Lords, our pleasure is, That Richard be restored to his blood.

War. Let Richard be restored-to-his blood, So shall his father's wrongs-be recompens’d.

Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.:

K. Henry. If Richard will be:true; not that alone, But all the whole inheritance I give, That doth belong unto the house of York, From whence you spring by lineal descent.

Rich. Thy humble servaitt vows obedience,

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